Come Friday
A week is has been…STAR testing, means bubbling for all, and muffins for some… As for myself, when in doubt I went with “C” and felt that the PTA let us down in the muffin department. For shame PTA…for shame…Bring back the chocolate ones, thems were the shit, and get those lousy “air-tasting” ones outta my sight. One numb ass, 145 minutes, and 14,000 or so bubbles later we get to go outside, grab sommore air muffins and come back in to my (still warm) chair.
In other news, my dog is real fat but she makes up for it in personality. This image is real crazy cause it depicts my rapid transformation from human being to E.T. perhaps it could be interpreted as an age progression thing, YOU TELL ME! As I type this, my very favorite tiki reminds me that there is homework to be done… There is yak on my phone but I’ll be sure to clean it before it is put to very good use ;). I’m reading super cool computer books again so that I can achieve the title of grandmaster in our D&D circle and more realistically get my A+ certification this summer so I can work the register at Micky Dees more efficiently.
As you can plainly see, there really aint much good goin on in the hood, nothin bad either, as always Friday will most definately kick a well portioned amount of ass, and this highly anticipated assload will most likely carry over into the weekend. Than maybe I can take sommore damn shots and film sommore crazy S.O.B’s eatin bugs and shit, get this damn thing kickin again.
– Another Crazy Flash Vid
– Beating Up Preschoolers
– Quite Possibly the Coolest Belt Buckle Ever
– Napoleon Dynamite Legislation?
– New Street Figher?
Yo Quiero Mexico Ese! – Beach Mishaps – & More
I’ve been meaning to share my opinion on Mexico for some time now, you guessed it you little brats…todays the day. First second and thirdly for all…Mexico is the shit. Period. No, I’ve never been there, nor have I studied the countries history in dept, but yes I have eaten more burritos, enchiladas, tamales, and quesadillas than I can count in Spanish. Every Mexican fella and chica I’ve ever met have been good people, and wont someone PLEASE think of the tamales? So effing bueno.. Oh and Horchatas? Don’t even get me started on dem; creamy cinnamini nectar of the gods! Holy smokes! And the marioches? Latin tunes? It really doesn’t get that much better, I mean sure we got some funky shit in thats in our own native tongue but we don’t have Eddie, the salsa freak. All that said, let it be forever known that I endorse Mexico…pinches.
This would be the first post I’ve made since returning to school since our spring break days, and boy howdy, it was definately super dooper seein everyone schlappin hands with my bloods and mah crips. Now some argue that our fellow Aragonians (schoolmates) aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, I myself, I got love for everyone at our school, and even some from your school too, there is plenty to do in San Mateo, California and dontcha ferget it. Please excuse / disreguard that ramble.
Last Sunday was supposed to be a big beach get together in Pinky’s hometown of Pacifica, suppose to see a fair amount of lads and lades show, supposed to be a nice time round the fire with some S’mores cookin on sticks and what not..What we arrived with was a backseat full of ladies chompin at the bit to chew on some delicious graham-chocolate-mallow goodness, one crazy ass kelly, a miho, and charizard. The beach was cold, made my nose runn fast, made me run and hide in the car, made me laugh when Natalie dug hole tryin to start a fire on a coldass beach. However, a note, for future reference, raw S’mores aint too dang shabby, and Note #2: Natalie sucks at fire starting, and Eeb’s has people skills. Thats all I have to say about that. Oh and Emily fuggin ripped my chin off cause she was really pissed.
As I post this today, Thursday the seventh day of April the two thousand fifth year, let it be known that it was a little bit of a no good very bad piece of shit day. It started with the aching of a skull, continued with the unknown exposure of the fly, and onto jacking on my lunch and ALL the way to fiff period when I got no less than SIX days of em effing detention. Before I go on, I must give a prelude to this re-god-damn-diculousness…I gots the weight lifting class 4th period right? Before lunch it is, and ya’ll know I be pushin mad iron over my head and offa my chest so proper hydration is essential in sustaining an optimal workout knaw mean? So everyday I come equipped to schoo with my gallon jug of wah wah and gate-rade and down dat shiot like it’s foliage to Grant. Needless to say I gotta empty my piss gun every so often so I don’t drown in my own bodidly secretions, so I gotta badger my teaches to go to the jon. I ask my fiff period meng to go pretty much on the norm, he usually grants such a request but I guess he left his midol back in the Miata and left me denied and ridden with the dreaded pee shivers. Anyway, my testicular fortitude took over and I strolled outta class whether the raggin teacher liked it or not, it was either that or an afterschool trip to the mall to buy new pants…I come back in and bang bitch…6 days of detentions? I ask you, now…my peoples…comment on this one, should I serve these sons-a-bitches?
I haven’t quite gottan ALL of the content back up yet but I got some of the important shit up; AIM icons are up, heck, I even got some new ones up. The April Fools MySpace page can be accessed and two more brilliant motion pictures in the Videos section. 1. Storytime with Shrek ( 6.8 mb ) and 2. Pooping Joe ( 1.9 MB )
Hey? Six Days and Seven Nights Anyone? Cmere 😉
– Nazi Action Figures
– Game / 50 Cent Interview
– Crazy good blind guitarist
– Haunted Stich doll (Submitted by Travis)
– Pimp My Coffin
Spring Break ’05
Oh how I missed you all so very much! Spring break set a new standard for what is “the shit” and what quite frankly…no longer is. Example? beer pong is the shit, bobbing for diet A&W inna tub full of ice…no longer is. But I’ll get back to that..Now how many of you can say that you and your buddy fuckin tripped it a buncha hours and even more miles to Cal Poly to stay wiff his brudda and his frat fellas? Cause…I can say that. Musta been about five or six hours my ass was lucky enough to plop down on Eebsies heated, reclinable, leather seats in his smooth sailin vehicle. Ten CD’s and two Double-Doubles later we arrived at the SAE house and were greeted with quite a view not to mention this chilled out herbivore that goes by Grant. Lotta shallow days and hollow night spent at this pad, video games were played, bombass steak was eaten, and Eebs and I both got to know Brooke the dog. Oh yeh, they had a goat in the backyard too. AND an outside couch that pictures were takin on, hell, Eebs got one in as well. That’s really all the photos my conscience will permit me to put up, we got reps to uphold knaw mean? Let the imagination soar on that one 😉
Onwards to Santa Barbara, home of the sexy ass beaches and very laid back bicycle riders (as oxymoronic as that sounds). There we stayed with Eeb’s sister, in her amazin abode that she was inhabited by her fellow sorority sisses. They didn’t have a goat or anything but they get to walk in their backyard every morning and look out onto this. Santa Barbara seems to be a hellova place, did I mention the beaches?
Now..me and Matty boy got down jus about every night but our biggest night had to be the Santa Barbara Houseparty…It went like this: two keggers chilled by Mr. Kegorater, mucho sausage, females looked like they were facing extinction cause I only saw a couple, and by a couple I mean one and two. I forgot to catch anyones name at that fiesta..but by the end of the night they had all heard of Brady and Eebs, the rugby playing Yale students visiting family in Santa Barbara. I made buddy buddies with terminator, these guys, jesus, these bias, shit man, even made frisky with Eebs himself. I duwanna list anymore peopole so I wont. Few hours into the wild and crazy rumpus we departed and made our many unfaltering steps down the street, past the bob marley house, stopped so Eebs could water a bush, and took a picture mid-sneeze. 4:30 rocked and rolled around, our bellies ready to foam back up any minute, so we fell asleep in the car. End of story. Morals? Park close.
Got home last night and took immediate advantage of my newfound bronzey glow and headed over to my ol pal Sasha’s, she’s the one who was rockin the soda filled ice tub, dint stay too long, in fact…I kinda jacked some of her guests and brought em back to my place for popcorn and lemonade. Room was pretty full but we made do. Natalie made an appearance too, with her busted ass cholar bone. Buncha the ladies threw together some flyass fan signs, Melissa made one, Natalie did one, and even this girl did one (whos name escapes me..)
Oh by the way did you happen to notice the April Fools MySpace page? Eh, eh? :D. Good junk eh? Jeez some of you fools take some shit hella seriously, I got about four assloads of e-mails from my most concerned of viewers and angered bias who swore to never come back to NBHQ and even some creepy emo fools who wanted to swap pics. Ixnay on the emo trash, thanks anyways. Love and peace sweethearts.
– The Official Pope Countdown
– Worlds Ugliest Shirt
– Crazy ass rap sheet
– Solar Death Ray
A Noche Con Mi Homies
Spring bah-reakkk babyyy, a time for relaxation, a time for lustful fixations, and a time for CELEBRATION BITCHES! Better believe I brought the NBHQ Cam to school on Friday, Tony must have been tipped off or something cause he came to first period rockin that badass Chevy’s hat…We too thisthis really cool pic too, and if that doesn’t cure your erecticle dysfunction nothing will..cept maybe this…, which would be the nasty ass sinks that our science class which also act as a convienant trash receptacle. Alex is the only kid I know that can sleep standing up, while making that rediculous bird face. As usual, third period Electronics was the shit, had a pot luck of ginormic proportions, Matt did the truffle shuffle (1.7 mb), and got thumbs up from Tyler and my number one fan John, but not long after the rasing of the thumbs, my fan numero uno and Tyler went back to their supercool sword catalogue, try not to chop off a thumb guys ! (good one) Fast ass forwarding to the joyful trot from my last class to clear out my locker for the break I was fortunate enough to witness the ritualistic pre-spring break wall rub, but than they saw me so I was obligated to join in , sadly it didn’t last long and the entranced ladies dispersed and Emily stuck it to me. I’m thankful that I lived to tell about it and be a part of sucha cool photo. Check out all the photos from school by clicking here.
Night fell, the moon went up, liquid remover of my inhibitions slowly foamed out of my cup, and man oh man how the evening was great, how it was loud, how the one smile turned into a crowd, and the head in window turned out to be friendly, it turned out to be smug, the four lips combined followed the curve while they both cut up the rug. I mean…these sons a bitches came to my place of residence, so did this guy, and this one oh and don’t forget the ninja. Brett schmoked about twenty-seven black n milds and even got momma Brady hooked…shit man Brett man was all up on my momma, that made both Kairon and me put on our scared faces. But if you think about it..Brett man was all up on Tina too…soo…anyone like emo’d out pictures? How bout pictures that turn from dark to light fast enough to trigger your dormant case of epilepsy? Hey, brett blew chunks, embarassed yet fufilled Chunks left shortly after, (if you don’t get that joke check you are deserving of a kick to the colon). Heres the video of Brett yaking – Here ( 2.7 MB ). Needless to say he passed the fuck out
and spent the night on my couch and I bet he smoked about fourteen more black n milds in his sleep. That was that. Oh and doesn’t it look like Kai is playin the air keyboard here?. Check out all the good times that were had by clicking here.
Check out the badass drawing that big trav spent like two weeks on. And YES that is supposed to me on the floor passed out with an “NBHQ” shirt and Kai behind the fishtank. Oddly enough you can spot both the Virgin Mary and Hay-zoos himself painted and framed on the wall, which is supposed to be the “irony in the piece,” Trav the sav.
One more day till the 17-year old Eebs and I depart for Cal Poly and Santa Barbara so we can thourougly “review some campuses” and what not. But in that day prior I give ya my word I will do my more than least to try to get the majority of the content uploaded so the 404 guy can get his come uppins! Hey do me a fave? Sign the book
– Pimp my tank!
– So cops cant get your plate number
– Sideways Room
– picture of the infamous fingertip in the wendys chili
– how to tell a kid his parents died
– Roids anyone?
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